This is a song about "Model"

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

Never said i was a role model so don't point

My new bitch is now a model

She all that i can handle

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Just the model, a dozen hallows is tough to swallow

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

Go so postal, oh so bold and cold, i'm not your role model,

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

But i spit faster than model bitches that never get fatter

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,